There was blood on my pillow. I flew out of bed as soon as I noticed it, but I could not remember where it had come from. I began to panic as I stared at it and tried to think about what I had done.
Was I attacked?
Was I drunk?
Was I a party in pillow-related homicide?
These questions whirled through my head until a sudden noise nearly knocked me over with fright. The phone was ringing. I worried about who might be calling, and simultaneously tried to collect myself. "Hello," I said, "Who ith thith?"
These words alone made me remember what had happened. I dropped the phone and ran back to my room to make sure. I threw my pillow to the ground and, just as I had thought, I found a dollar bill.
The Tooth Fairy got aggressive.
There was blood on my pillow.